Chapter 33: Breakthrough

Our research continues to make progress, and we should be able to complete our work by the time Makareta’s party returns. We approach the time of the month when Defina35 and Ikaroa should be coming into heat. I confess I am eagerly waiting for the chance for some sex. At first we think that Defina35 is a little late coming into heat, but as the days progress, she realises that she may be pregnant. She’s had sex with me on countless occasions and not become pregnant, so it seems likely that her escapade with the stud in the breeding pens in Merope may be the cause. It’s too early to be sure about her pregnancy, but it means that Ikaroa is going to be the only available Atenex for sex until Makareta’s party returns.

Sex with Ikaroa is problematic. She has been more than willing to have sex with me when she’s in heat. But Ikaroa is the bonded mate of an Atenex male. I’m aware of the dire social consequences should I make Ikaroa pregnant. Consequently I’ve previously been careful not to spill my cum inside her. Cassandra’s and my ambition is to unite the Thurnian, Atenex and, if possible, Hrill, races. Sparking a private feud with an Atenex male will do nothing to help achieve that goal.

Of course, Cassandra and I could have sex together with Ikaroa’s help. My cock will respond to Ikaroa’s pheromones, and even though Cassandra isn’t in heat, she is capable of enjoying sex. However, doing that is unfair to Ikaroa, whose own sexual urges will go unfulfilled.

“We need an artificial cock,” suggests Cassandra. “I could fuck Ikaroa with it while you fuck me.”

“There’s no need for that,” replies Ikaroa. “Mikaere forfeited his claim over me when he abandoned me in the care of another male at the rapids. I have waited the customary four week period for him to return and make amends, and he has failed to do so. Atene law states that I’m no longer bonded to Mikaere.”

Most of the Atenex customs are strange, although they generally have a practical purpose. I haven’t come across this custom before, but I have little reason to doubt Ikaroa’s word. However, I’m not sure Mikaere will view Ikaroa’s claim the same way. After all, he doesn’t know where we are, and he didn’t have a choice of his destination after being banished from Merope. Consequently he hasn’t been able to make amends even if he wanted to do so.

In the end, it is Ikaroa’s powerful pheromones that break my resistance. Even Cassandra is sympathetic to my urgent need to fuck someone. The hooded males in the Merope breeding pens spent most of their time with huge swollen cocks straining the stitching on their pants. I’m more fortunate in that my pants are loose fitting, and my erect cock is a more modest size. However, the need to ram my cock into a moist hole is almost unbearable.

By mutual arrangement, Cassandra is allowed first use of my erect cock. By now we have experimented having sex in a wide range of locations and positions. Cassandra has recently discovered a passion for having me lie down on my back while she straddles my cock. Usually she faces away from me when we have sex in this position, but today she faces towards me. Ikaroa takes up a similar position, straddling me with her pungent cunt practically brushing my face. She faces Cassandra and I detect them fondling each others breasts as Cassandra pumps up and down on my cock.

I focus on restraining my orgasm since I don’t wish to come prematurely. Cassandra feels no need to exercise the same level of restraint and I detect several orgasms wrack through her before she yields the use of my cock to Ikaroa. The two women swap positions and I’m pleasantly reminded of the tightness of Ikaroa’s cunt. Her muscles grip my cock like a vice, and it’s only the abundant juices flowing from her cunt that enable her to move up and down on my cock.

Meanwhile, Cassandra is far from idle. She places her cunt close to my mouth and invites me to push my tongue inside. We’ve only done this on a few occasions, but I’m happy to comply. Cassandra frigs herself to another orgasm while I eventually surrender to Ikaroa’s strong pumping. I can’t hold on any longer and I flood her innards with my cum.

If I thought that was going to be the end of our games, then I’m soon disabused of that notion. Ikaroa’s powerful pheromones are a deadly lure to my sexual urges. With Cassandra’s help, my cock is soon a rigid pole once more. I doubt I can produce much in the way of cum at the moment, but that isn’t what Ikaroa is wanting. I recall that Atenex males have much smaller cocks, so I think this is the first time Ikaroa has experienced something so large inside her. It’s driving her crazy with lust.

Cassandra opens Ikaroa’s cunt lips wide and I guide my cock into Ikaroa’s tight hole. This time I’m the one doing the pumping, while Ikaroa wraps her legs around my thighs, preventing me from withdrawing. She’s almost out of her mind with sexual heat as several orgasms wrack through her in quick succession. My cum from our initial coupling mixes with her abundant juices, making it easy for me to drive hard and deep into her yielding body. Cassandra looks on in amazement and starts frigging herself to an orgasm of her own.

I’m no stranger to fucking Elf Maidens, and I’m aware how lustful they can become once they surrender to their own sexual desires. Ikaroa completely loses herself in her unrestrained need to be fucked. I do my best to keep myself from coming so that she can enjoy my hard shaft for as long as possible. But it’s an impossible task in the circumstances, and eventually I drain what’s left of my cum in a powerful orgasm of my own.

The three of us collapse in an exhausted heap as we come down from our respective highs. None of us need to say that a repeat of the game is definitely going to happen later. As soon as we feel able to walk, we go to find Defina35.

“I hope we didn’t annoy you with our games,” I say to Defina35.

“Not in the least. You and I have fucked enough times for me not to be jealous. Cassandra is lucky that Thurnian women can enjoy an orgasm even when she is not in heat. Elf Maidens and Atenex aren’t so fortunate.”

“Do you object to being called an Elf Maiden when you are clearly of the Atenex race?” I ask the question I’ve been pondering for some time.

“My ancestors were Atenex, but I’m an Elf Maiden,” replies Defina35. “I think it’s an important distinction. Not just socially, but it reflects our slightly different biology. Like all Elf Maidens, I’m a clone of my mother, who in turn was a clone of her mother. Biologically Elf Maidens are identical to our forebears; scores of fiftyyearold templates frozen in time. Those templates that were prone to disease or other defects have died out, while those that have proved hardy, have thrived. Surviving Elf Maidens are versions of the Atenex race that have shown that they are capable of living in this environment and populating our world.

“Compare that to the Atenex who are changing slightly from one generation to the next. Our differences will become greater as each generation is born. To some extent each Atenex child is an experimental template for future generations. Some will thrive while others will fail. Unfortunately, even successful templates will change at the next generation. Atenex are a melting pot of versions that no longer match the design our ancient ancestors envisaged.”